Steel care
I chained him to sentences and I locked him in words so that he wouldn’t leave.
Yet, my words were not capable of holding such a beast.
He gave them back to me and he left.
In the end, I held all the keys,
but I begged him on my knees,
‘Come back, please.’
He said, 'I may be a martyr,
yet I am not the one in chains,
for she who holds he keys,
is the one skinning her knees.’
Swan Song
You ride with rectitude,
on a cloud of spilled ashes.
And you sleep with the pain
and make love to the sadness.
You make clothes out of candor
and affairs out of heartache.
And you want to be present
but your head’s out of reach.
And you want her to be there
but you cannot preach.
And you dive and you dive
deeper into yourself,
until you forget that you ever felt.
And we look divine in a cage
and we look too old for our age
and we walk the world as our stage
but what you don’t see we’re implying,
this is our adadieuwe are dying.